Wednesday, December 21, 2016
JDCMB CHOCOLATE, SILVER & GINGER STRIPES AWARDS 2016
Hello there, come on in. It's at my place, cyberversion, this year. None of us were in the mood for a cyberposhplace. I'm sorry to report that my mother-in-law, Gisela, died two days ago. She was 91 and had had a turbulent yet very good and very principled life. Aged 13 she was sent to Britain from Berlin on the Kindertransport in 1938; she never saw her parents and one of her brothers again as they were murdered in the Holocaust. She was tough, scrupulously fair, intellectually rigorous and an absolute brick in a crisis. We will miss her very much. Please toast her in some cyberbubbly.
This year has had more than its fair share of upsets and I'm afraid we can't expect anything to get better any time soon, so we'd better celebrate the good things while we can. It's the winter solstice and let me remind you that every year on 21 December we have the JDCMB Chocolate Silver & Ginger Stripes Awards to thank everyone who has made wonderful music in the last 12 months and helped to keep our spirits alive. It's good plain fun, the choices are entirely personal, it serves as a retrospective of the year and all you need is a smile and a willingness to enjoy some great music.
Quiet, please...quiet... thank you. First, a big round of applause for every musician who has touched the hearts of his or her audience this year. You're wonderful. We love you. Thank you for all your inspirational music-making.
Now, would the following artists please approach the platform where Ricki and Cosi are ensconced upon their silken cushions. They will let you stroke their chocolate and silver fur and are ready to give you each a very special purr.
ICON OF THE YEAR
Yehudi Menuhin, whose centenary has been lavishly celebrated.
PIANIST OF THE YEAR
The incomparable Martha Argerich, whose Schumann Piano Concerto at the Royal Philharmonic's 70th anniversary concert I won't forget in a hurry. Here's some footage of her playing Liszt in 1966.
STRING PLAYER OF THE YEAR
Please step forward, Renaud Capuçon: one of the finest advocates for the Schumann Violin Concerto. Thank you for bringing it the passion, virility and dignity it deserves in your performance with the LSO a few weeks ago.
SINGER OF THE YEAR
Renée Fleming. Please don't go just yet!
CONDUCTOR OF THE YEAR
Andris Nelsons. His Rosenkavalier is overriding pretty much everything right now.
FESTIVAL OF THE YEAR
The Munich Opera Festival, and not only because I got to say hello to a rather wonderful tenor at the last-night party. What a feast of treats this is: the greatest singers meet the most interesting and intelligent of productions and we can gulp it all down as greedily as humanly possible.
YOUTHFUL ARTIST OF THE YEAR
Sheku Kanneh-Mason, the thrilling young cellist who is now the BBC Young Musician of the Year.
ARTIST OF THE YEAR
Zuzana Ružičková, the only person ever to have made me fall in love with the harpsichord. She survived Terezín, Auschwitz, Belsen, the Czech communist regime and censure by leading lights of early music puritanism, but she is nearly 90 and her Bach - now released on CD for the first time, by Warner Classics - is the most radiant and life-affirming that I know. She is also my INTERVIEWEE OF THE YEAR. I have articles about her coming out shortly in tomorrow's JC, and another in BBC Music Magazine. I've met many inspiring people, but none more so than this remarkable soul.
And one STUFFED TURKEY
Sadly, Patricia Kopatchinskaja in the Schumann Violin Concerto back in January. Just because Schumann was about to have his final nervous breakdown when he wrote it, that doesn't mean you have to play it as if you are the first Mrs Rochester.
Personal highlights:
PROUDEST MOMENTS: 1) Ghost Variations coming into being and being named Books Choice in BBC Music Magazine's latest issue (which is out tomorrow). 2) Performing Alicia's Gift with Viv McLean at the Wigmore Hall. 3) Roxanna Panufnik has finished composing the "people's opera" we've been writing together for Garsington, Silver Birch, and hearing it through for the first time was astonishing. She's produced some very beautiful stuff, it packs quite a punch and we hope you're going to love it when it hits the boards in July.
WEIRDEST MOMENTS: 1) In said Alicia's Gift concert, actually playing the piano in the Wigmore Hall. 2) The paper I'd written for for 12 years, which used to be a great national newspaper, decided to shut its print operation, sell its profitable offshoot and make a heap of people redundant. Discovering this by reading about it in another paper was pretty bloody weird.
Have a very happy Christmas, dear JDCMB readers, and may 2017 bring much music and joy.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Calling all Dartingtonites: here's the book we've been waiting for
I had many of my most important formative musical experiences at the Dartington International Summer School as a teenager and have never ceased to marvel at the thrill of its melting pot, its gorgeous surroundings, the virtually "sacred space" atmosphere inside the Great Hall and more. Its history is as astonishing as its music. Imagine my joy, then, on discovering that Unbound has taken on a new pictorial history of the summer school by the music journalist Harriet Cunningham. I've jumped in to contribute to its funding - I'll take the full-whack hardback, please! - and hope that all my fellow Dartington fans will consider doing so too. You can find it here. All photos (c) the Dartington International Summer School.
Meanwhile, I asked Harriet what set her off on this wonderful project.
HC: My experience of Dartington Summer School goes back way, way before I was even born. My parents met at Dartington sometime in the late '50s/early '60s. She was a student, he was a trog [Dartington's student-assistants]. So by the time I first came to Dartington, aged 4 months, in 1967, it was already in my blood. We continued to make the trip down the A303 then the M4 (once it was built) every summer. I am told that at the age of 4 I listened, transfixed, to the Amadeus Quartet playing Haydn and then demanded to learn the violin. It’s a nice story. I can’t remember it at all! My first memories of the Summer School are of wasps on danish pastries, rides on the Donkey and swimming in Aller Park pool.
I do, however, remember sounds and artists and concerts. Like the sound of the choir warming up in the Great Hall every morning; like Jacqueline du Pré, beautiful and difficult, teaching cello; like being scared witless hearing ‘The Soldiers Tale’, and listening to the two pianists rattling out the orchestral accompaniment for the Schubert Mass. As I grew older I participated more - I sang in the choir, I worked in the kitchens, I trogged and, eventually, played in the orchestra for the conductor’s class, under the lovely Diego Masson.
What makes Dartington special? I’ve thought about this a great deal. Of course, there’s the beauty of the surroundings, which everyone remembers, even if we gloss over the rain and grey skies in our memories. But I think it’s also to do with the mix of people, and with mixing people. There’s something about shoving a diverse bunch of musicians into a space and saying ‘play’ that can act as a catalyst for some amazing creative leaps. Or not. But there’s always the chance!
Benjamin Britten & Peter Pears at Dartingon, 1958 |
Why did you want to write a book about it?
Janet Baker & Viola Tunnard, 1965 |
What aspects of its history have "jumped out at you” most strongly?
1950s Britain is fast becoming something of an obsession for me. Post-war Britain underwent a social, economic and intellectual revolution, and the Summer School, and Glock’s approach to music and education were very much part of that revolution. I’m also fascinated by the characters — Glock, of course, and people like Imogen Holst, Nadia Boulanger, Hans Keller and George Malcolm, so many others — who make up the story.
Which images have you most enjoyed discovering in the archives?
Silly, random things have caught my eye in the photos. The 1950s fashions — hats, gloves and, for men, jackets and ties at all times, except if you are violist Cecil Aronowitz, in which case you only wear shorts. The smoking - pipes and cigarettes. The posing, and the lack of posing. People often seem uniquely relaxed and expressive in the photos - as if being immersed in music and musicians allows you to be who you want to be. Perhaps that’s part of Summer School magic.
I also enjoyed finding pictures with personal connections, although I don’t think I’ll ever forgive my mother for allowing me out dressed like that.
A very young Harriet in a violin masterclass with Roger Rafael |
Monday, December 19, 2016
Rosenkavalier rising: an opera for our times too
Farewell? Renée Fleming as the Marschallin. Photo: ROH Catherine Ashmore |
When Der Rosenkavalier turns into a piece for our own times, you know two things: first, the director has a classic production in the making; secondly, we ourselves are in a lot of trouble.
Robert Carsen's staging at the Royal Opera House sets the action in the year Strauss composed the work, 1911. The empire is imploding in slow motion. Arms dealers are the moneyed arrivistes. Violence simmers under the surface, sometimes explodes. The Field Marshall's palace boasts crimson walls and giant, imperial-era paintings. Outwardly, all is elegance, beauty and shiny show, the Marschallin choosing Klimtesque gowns from a fashion parade and a troupe of "house-trained dogs" drawing oohs and ahhs (especially the bulldog and the borzois); and the silver rose is massive, not only a ton of silver but full of crystal sparkles. It's an artificial rose of the future, set against the living, delicate but doomed red ones the Marschallin cradles and sniffs. For underneath there lurks "degeneracy": a brothel-load of prostitutes in Schiele-like revelations, an Octavian who knows a lot more than he lets on, and sexual danger looming around Sophie from Ochs's troops (Sophie nevertheless startles her father and the importunate Ochs with new-found defiance). The palace reveals doors within doors within doors; every level conceals another.
Matthew Rose as Baron Ochs and Sophie Bevan as Sophie Photo: ROH Catherine Ashmore |
Fleming: glamour itself Photo: ROH Catherine Ashmore |
Fleming's Marschallin is the incarnation of olde-worlde glamour. Her voice still has its amber-mellow beauty, if perhaps scaled down from its full glory, and her singing communicates with profundity accentuated by its directness and poise. As Octavian, Alice Coote brings oodles of character to her tone as well as her acting; this lad is awkward and stiff in army uniform, yet abrupt liberation follows in Act III when, dazzling in drag in a brothel, he/she displays a startling understanding of how to tantalise and torment the justifiably muddled Ochs - and whether Octavian has learned all this from the Marschallin or acquired it elsewhere is perhaps a moot point. Sophie Bevan as her namesake sounds warm and golden rather than cool and silver, yet her high notes at the presentation of the rose seem to reach heaven itself.
Matthew Rose's Ochs is no mere bumpkiny boor, but a powerful man out for a good time that doesn't please those around him and tramples - Trumples? - over societal norms with disruptive relish. It's almost impossible not to feel vaguely sorry for him as "Mariandel" delivers him her nasty dose of over-worldly Viennoiserie. Luxury casting for Annina and Valzacchi in the shape of Wolfgang Ablinger-Sperrhacke and Helene Schneiderman, as well as Faninal - the many-dimensional voice of Jochen Schmeckenbecher.
The greatest magic of all: Andris Nelsons, red-shirted, open-armed and open-hearted, unleashing the music and letting it fly out of the orchestra's players, hushing the levels for Fleming and allowing the visual marvels to be cradled in a sensual richesse of sound.
It's hard to believe that this could be Fleming's farewell - but then, there's a lot that's hard to comprehend right now. She may be departing together with our golden age of opera. That's a topic for another time, but reinforces an important message: let's never forget we were lucky enough to have and hear this.
On a lighter note, a special little plaudit for a startling appearance in the onstage band of two characters that apparently reference "Geraldine" and "Josephine" from Some Like It Hot. A very endearing anachronism.
Meanwhile I may get up in the night and stop the clocks.
If you can find a ticket, go and see it.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Over to Daniel Barenboim
We're coming to the end of an insane year. Everything is polarised to lunatic fringe extremes, leaving the sensible, grown-up centre vacant. Is anybody talking sense any more?
Yes: Daniel Barenboim is. Here is his post-concert speech at the United Nations, where he and the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra performed for Human Rights Day last weekend. Please listen carefully.
Yes: Daniel Barenboim is. Here is his post-concert speech at the United Nations, where he and the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra performed for Human Rights Day last weekend. Please listen carefully.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Everything's coming up Matthew Rose's...
I am running a new occasional series of exclusive star interviews on JDCMB. Here is the first...
Matthew Rose takes centre stage, appropriately enough, in the Royal Opera's new production of Der Rosenkavalier - and it's not going to be a pink, fluffy one. The British bass talks to me about Baron Ochs, Bottom and Brexit...
Entertaining the opera may be, and Ochs
with it, but this time we can expect something a little edgier on stage. “I’ve
done the role just once before, in Chicago, so I was trying to get all the
words into my head,” Rose says. “That was a very traditional Rosenkavalier, very fluffy. Many of the
productions you see are fluffy, very pink and lovely. This isn’t like that.
This is definitely not fluffy.”
At a recent press event Alex Beard,
chief executive of the Royal Opera House, explained that Brexit has already hit
the organisation hard because of the fall in value of the pound: the cost of
paying many people in other currencies has risen 20 per cent. “It’s obvious how
it’s going to affect us in the arts – it puts everything in peril that we do,”
says Rose. “Our industry is in a terrible situation. This opera house thrives
on people coming in and out internationally, very freely and easily, and doing
things often on a very ad-hoc basis. Who knows what’s going to happen to that,
and who knows what the pound is going to do? All these knock-on effects… In the
US Trump can be voted out after four years, but I think the UK is in worse
shape, as we’re stuck with the referendum result forever.”
Matthew Rose takes centre stage, appropriately enough, in the Royal Opera's new production of Der Rosenkavalier - and it's not going to be a pink, fluffy one. The British bass talks to me about Baron Ochs, Bottom and Brexit...
Matthew Rose rehearsing for Der Rosenkavalier, with Helene Schneiderman as Annina. Photo: Catherine Ashmore |
If I’ve arrived at the Royal Opera House
stage door expecting the kindly, bearded presence of a King Marke, I’m in for a
surprise. The new version of Matthew Rose instead boasts sideburns, a hefty moustache
and a military demeanour. The British bass may be as imposing as the Wagnerian monarch he sang last summer at ENO, but today he is still virtually in character from ongoing intense
rehearsals for Covent Garden's new Der Rosenkavalier. Singing
Baron Ochs, he remarks, settling into the tallest chair we can find, is “like
doing seven operas at once”.
“Robert
Carsen, our director, said just now that Baron Ochs is probably the most
brilliant character ever invented in opera, with such bravado and such belief
in himself,” Rose declares. People often see Ochs as a bit of a buffoon, he adds, but it’s not
necessarily so: “He speaks French and Italian, he knows about the world, he’s
very educated – but he happens to act in a way that is very different from
everyone else in Vienna. He’s from a house in the middle of nowhere where he
can behave as he wants, so that’s what he does and he comes to Vienna thinking
he can get away with it there too: meeting his bride-to-be, with the
Marschallin, who’s his cousin, he just says exactly what he wants to say. This
staging has him as a soldier as well, though, so there must be some kind of
discipline there. And he’s very entertained by himself. He’s a very entertaining
character.”
Matthew Rose, with the former look |
Carsen has set the production in 1911, the
year of the opera’s composition, rather than the Mozartian era envisaged by
Richard Strauss and his librettist Hugo von Hofmannsthal. “It’s pre World War
I, pre change of everything, Austria before everything went tits-up there: a
very important time both historically and artistically,” says Rose. “It fits in
very well with how things are here.”
Indeed, the primary purpose of historical
fiction is arguably not only to explore a bygone era, but to reflect back
crucial elements of our own through its prism – and this opera is no exception.
Rose has little doubt that “things here” are about to go very tits-up indeed.
On the morning the Brexit decision was announced, he made for Westminster with
a takeaway coffee, expecting a demonstration in protest to materialise. He was
astonished when it didn’t. “Why are we allowing this to happen?” he growls. “Brexit
is going to ruin this country in a way I think people don’t understand. I don’t
see how anybody could think any good could come out of it.”
Rose as Sparafucile in the ROH's Rigoletto Photo: Johan Persson/ROH |
Rose has a foot in both countries: he has been living more or less in
mid-Atlantic, between New York and Blackheath, south-east London, for some
years. Though he grew up in Seaford, five miles down the road from
Glyndebourne, he came to the idea of professional singing relatively late.
“Singing has always been part of my life,
though I didn’t take it seriously at first,” he says. “In my last year at
school I was singing in the choir, but there were lots of other people doing
things seriously and I wasn’t one of them. A new music teacher arrived at the
school and he was the first person who suggested to me that I might consider
becoming a professional opera singer. I’d never even thought about it before.
Then I went to university at Canterbury and Benjamin Luxon and his wife were
there and they took me to the next step.”
As Bottom in Glyndebourne's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Photo: Robert Workman |
Attending a summer course in Italy, he met
Mikael Eliasen, artistic director of the Curtis Opera Theatre at the Curtis
Institute, who invited him to Philadelphia to audition. He spent five years
there, though at first, he remarks, “it was quite embarrassing. I think I went
in the same year as Lang Lang. He went in being already this world-class star
and I was starting from scratch, so it was quite an intimidating situation.”
The department was relatively small, with
around 25 singers, yet put on five operas a year, Rose recounts – a preparation
for stage life more hands-on and intensive than most. His teacher was Marlena
Malas, who was based at the Juilliard School in New York, and whom he still
consults. “I had my lessons every Monday at five o’clock, looking straight
across to the Met,” he remembers, “and whenever I did something wrong, she’d
say: ‘Do you wanna sing there or not?’”
He certainly did, especially after he
started attending performances every week after his lesson. “The Met has always
been a shrine to me,” he remarks. “Now I do two or three operas there a season
and it’s a wonderful family to be part of. There are lots of friends around,
people in the orchestra with whom I went to college, and I feel very at home there.”
His most recent Met stint was as Leporello
in Don Giovanni: “Leporello is my favourite role in the world,” he declares.
“He’s an amazing character. Da Ponte wrote some of the greatest librettos in
history – as did Hofmannsthal – and Leporello’s journey through the opera,
especially the second half, is just miraculous.”
After five years at Curtis, Rose felt “ready
to go out and have a career”. Back in London he auditioned, and was accepted,
for the Jette Parker Young Artists Programme at the Royal Opera House. Next
thing he knew, he was on stage with Angela Gheorghiu, Roberto Alagna and Bryn
Terfel in David McVicar’s production of Faust. “At that point you have to up
your game,” he considers, “and there’s no better way to do it than standing on
stage with these people.”
Rehearsing the ROH's La Bohème. Photo: Yuri Vorobiev |
Coming back to Covent Garden some 14 years
later, he notes, it is hard to shake off the association – “up to a point I’m
still ‘Matthew Rose who was on the Young Artists’ Programme…’” But now he has
travelled full circle and himself coaches the young singers on the scheme:
“It’s a nice role reversal. I feel so grateful for things that have been passed
to me. We all absorb these things that we distill within ourselves and
hopefully can pass them on again. I’ve done lots of teaching these past few
years and I really enjoy that.”
To various teaching activities, Rose adds a
strong commitment to the Blackheath Concert Halls near his London home: “I’ve
been heavily involved in activities there for ten years – we’ve done wonderful
community projects, started a children’s choir and have a new children’s opera
commissioned for next year from Kate Whitley. I’d love to be part of making it
into a really wonderful centre for the arts in south-east London, though of
course it’s easier said than done…”
Another favourite London location is the
Wigmore Hall: here he sings Schubert’s Winterreise
in February 2017. And then there’s Schwanengesang
a few months later at Carnegie Hall, New York. “How lucky am I to do that!” he
remarks. “Schubert was my first great passion that really got me into singing,
when I went to a Schubert Day at the Royal College of Music in his bicentenary
year, 1997.
“I love Lieder, making music with one
pianist, being in control of what one wants to do – whereas in opera one is
told by many people what to do. And I love orchestral concerts. Of course I also
love being on stage, but you’re compromising so much when you sing opera:
you’re trying to do 17 different things at once and you’re rarely going to be satisfied.
But I love standing there with an orchestra, making music. At the end of the
day, I’m a musician and I love to make music. And if there’s a bit of acting or
being a bit silly involved,” he adds, “that’s OK.”
Rose certainly has risen to fame with in
roles that are comic, yet with an undertow of complexity: “I’m quite a silly
person, so being on stage being silly comes quite naturally,” he suggests. Besides
Leporello, he has been particularly lauded as Bottom in Britten’s A Midsummer
Night’s Dream, at Glyndebourne and beyond; he will be singing the role at a new
Aldeburgh Festival staging by Netia Jones in summer 2017. He is a long-standing
devotee of Aldeburgh, having attended many courses there as a student and
nursing a passion for the musicality and dramatic excellence of Britten’s
operas. “Bottom in particular has been very good to me,” he notes.
One does sense, though, that underneath
there is little about this perceptive and down-to-earth artist that is remotely
silly. Even golf is a serious matter for him: “It’s not for unwinding,”
he says. “It’s something I love to do well and in many ways it is like singing:
concentrating hard, switching that concentration on and off.”
As for his dream roles that remain, those
aren’t so silly either. “I’d love to have a crack at Philip II,” he says.
“Gurnemanz in Parsifal will hopefully happen next year, and certain other
Wagnery things would be nice… But I’m having the most incredible year at the
moment, doing Leporello, Bottom and Baron Ochs, and the song recitals. I
probably ought to retire after it! What I’ve done so far has far surpassed
everything I ever dreamed of and I’m so lucky to have done what I’ve done. If I
stop now, I’ve had a very nice time and a very nice career and maybe it’s time
to go and have a very nice sleep.”
Now he really is being silly, or so one
hopes. There is the whole of Der Rosenkavalier
to look forward to, with a dream cast and Andris Nelsons in the pit: “There’s
no one classier in the world than Renée Fleming,” Rose enthuses. “Alice Coote
and Sophie Bevan I know very well, and it’s nice to be reunited with Jochen
Schmeckenbecher [singing Faninal], who was in the first opera I ever did as a
student in Philadelphia – it was The
Magic Flute, I was a priest and he was Papageno.” As for Nelsons, “The
orchestra sounds unbelievable with him. He’s got it all. This is the hardest
role I’ll ever do,” he adds, “and everyone’s being so nice to me. It’s a huge
honour and I’m very grateful for this situation.”
Curtain up is this Saturday at 6pm: and the
appropriately-named Rose is set to be a cavalier of a whole new kind. Beg,
borrow, or ninja a ticket.
Der
Rosenkavalier, Royal Opera House, from 17 December. Book
here.
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